The
Value of Love
It
is soft to the touch,
Yet hard to hold.
Yet hard to hold.
Love
is worth more
Than
silver or gold.
It
is a power,
Could
it be told?
A
way to be humble
A
way to be bold.
On
it is no rust,
There is no price,
For it can’t be sold.
This treasure of Kings
, Ancient and old.
For it we sell our souls,
For its warmth in the cold.
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